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Henry pulled his route book out of his hip pocket and made a note after the Kellys’ name. “Collect 1st Sat.” There. That ought to show Mrs. Kelly he could be businesslike.

“Thank you,” he said, and once more started for home. Now he did not care if he was damp and dirty. He had actually collected from every single one of the forty-three customers on his route.The job was finished until the first of next month and now he could go back to working on the clubhouse.

“Did you get what you went after, Harry?” asked Mrs. Peabody as Henry passed her house for the third time that afternoon.

“I sure did.” Henry was now feeling so confident that he was certain someday he would be able to find a way to let Mrs.Peabody know his name was not Harry Higgins. He would even find a way to keep Ramona from causing him trouble on his route. He would find a way to keep her away from the clubhouse, too.

Henry realized that it was now too late for him to do any work on the clubhouse this afternoon.Tomorrow afternoon the first thing he would do was make a sign saying, “No girls allowed.”

The only thing wrong with this idea was that Ramona could not read.

5

Ramona and the Clubhouse

 

Whenever it was not raining, Henry and his friends worked hard on the clubhouse. They measured and sawed and nailed, according to Murph’s plan. When Henry was delivering his papers he noticed that one of his customers was having his roof covered with asphalt shingles, and he was able to persuade the workmen to give him enough leftover material to shingle the roof of the clubhouse. He bought two big hinges, so they could have a door that would really open and close.

Beezus and Ramona and sometimes Lisa came over almost every day to watch the progress of the building. They stayed until time for the Sheriff Bud program on television, which Ramona never missed.

“I could help,” offered Beezus. “I bet I can drive nails.”

“No girls allowed,” said Murph curtly.

“I could make curtains for the windows,” suggested Beezus.

“Who wants curtains?” answered Henry, who would have been willing to let Beezus help, because for a girl she was pretty sensible, but when a boy is working with other boys he sometimes feels he has to act the way they do.

So Beezus sat on the Hugginses’ back steps and watched, while Ramona amused herself. Ramona never had any trouble keeping herself entertained. She climbed to the top step and began to count, “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. 
Blast off!
”Then she jumped to the ground.

“I know where I could get an old doormat,” suggested Beezus hopefully.

“What’s the use of having a clubhouse if you have to wipe your feet like in a regular house?” asked Robert.

It was not possible for Beezus to make a suggestion that would please the boys. “Get lost,” said Murph rudely.

“Well, all right for you, smarty!” It was easy to see that Beezus’s feelings were hurt.

“Mess around with your old boy stuff. See if I care! Come on, Ramona, let’s go home. It’s almost time for Sheriff Bud.”

Ramona finished blasting off and trotted along home with her sister.

Henry was really sorry to see Beezus’s  feelings hurt, but he did not like to say so in front of the other boys, who were too busy installing the real glass windows to pay any attention to what had just happened.

While the boys worked, Murph began to recite some strange sounds. They were not words, so Henry and Robert had trouble catching exactly what it was he was saying.  The syllables, whatever they were, had a catchy sound and rhythm.

“Say that again, Murph.” Henry found himself wanting to make the sounds himself.

Once more Murph rattled off the syllables. This time Henry caught a
beep
and a
boom
.

“Hey, that sounds keen,” said Robert. “Where did you learn that?”

“From my cousin in California,” answered Murph.“He learned it from a life-guard.”

“Say it again and slow down,” said Henry.

“I want to learn it.”

Murph laid down his hammer and recited slowly and distinctly.

“Fadatta, fadatta, fadatta,

Beepum, boopum, bah!

Ratta datta boom sh-h

Ahfah deedee bobo.”

Henry and Robert laid down their tools, too. “Fadatta . . . fadatta . . . fadatta.” They began slowly at first but in a few minutes they had mastered the sounds and could rattle them off as fast as Murph.

“Hey, I have an idea!” Henry was enthusiastic. “We could be a club and use it for our secret password and always say it so fast other kids couldn’t learn it.”

“Sure,” agreed Robert. “All the kids will want to learn it and we won’t teach it to them.”

“Especially girls.” Murph picked up a screwdriver and went to work to install the door hinges.

At last the clubhouse was finished. The siding was snug and tight. The hinges worked perfectly, the asphalt shingles were nailed down so securely the roof could not possibly leak. Yes, the boys agreed, it was a good solid house. It was just about as solid as a real house.They thumped the walls appreciatively and stamped their feet on the floor.

And the best part of it was, it was big enough for three boys to sleep in if they didn’t move around much, and who could move around in a sleeping bag?

“Yes, sir, solid as the rock of Gibraltar.”  Murph spoke with pride, for he was the one who had drawn up the plans in the first place.

Then Murph built a shelf and Henry went into the basement and lugged out the stuffed owl which his mother would not let him keep in his room, because she thought it looked as if it had moths. He set the owl on the shelf. It was exactly what the place needed, a really masculine touch.

“Fadatta, fadatta, fadatta,” chanted the boys.

“When we all get sleeping bags we can spend the night out here,” said Henry.

Robert and Murph, it developed, already had sleeping bags, so Henry dropped the subject. He did not want them sleeping in the clubhouse while he slept in his own bed.  Fortunately it was time for him to start his paper route, so there was no more discussion of sleeping in the clubhouse.

Then mysterious things began to happen in the clubhouse. One day after school Henry found the owl’s glass eyes turned so that it looked cross-eyed. That’s funny, he thought. He straightened the eyes and forgot about them.

But the next day when Henry and Robert entered their clubhouse they were startled to see that the owl, its eyes once again crossed, appeared to be smoking a cigarette. Upon closer examination they found that a small tube of white paper had been fastened to the owl’s beak with Scotch tape.

“How do you like that!” Robert ripped off the cigarette in disgust while Henry straightened the eyes once more.“I’ll bet old Beezus did this.”

That was just what Henry was thinking.

He felt a little disappointed that sensible Beezus would do a thing like this, not that he could really blame her after the way she had been treated. . . .

The boys found a can of paint in Henry’s garage and started painting a “No Girls Allowed—This Means You” sign, which Robert finished after Henry went to start his paper route.

The next afternoon Henry, Robert, and Murph raced home from school on their bicycles to protect their clubhouse from a possible invasion of Beezus and Ramona. 

 

When they opened the door they found the owl’s eyes were crossed once more, it was wearing a doll’s pink bonnet with a ribbon tied under its chin—if an owl could be said to have a chin—and in its beak it held a crayoned sign that said: “Down with boys!”

“Well, how do you like that!” exclaimed Henry, thinking that Beezus must have come in the morning before school, because they had ridden so fast she could not possibly have reached the clubhouse ahead of them this afternoon.

“The nerve of some people,” said Robert. “A doll bonnet on our owl!”

“That’s a girl for you.” Murph tore down the sign.

“A lock, that’s what we need,” said Henry.

“A padlock,” agreed Murph.

“With a key,” said Robert.

Henry dug into his pocket for some of the money he had earned on his route, and the three boys rode off to the hardware store to select a clasp and padlock. When they returned, the owl was holding a sign that said: “Ha ha, you think you are smart.”

Murph screwed the clasp in place, because he was the fastest with tools. While he worked, Henry and Robert decided that because the lock came with only two keys and each member could not have one, they should find two secret hiding places. They talked it over in whispers and after looking around to make sure Beezus was not hiding in the shrubbery, they hid one key under an oilcan in the garage and the other under a flowerpot on the back porch. They vowed always to put the keys back in place, because it would not be fair for any one boy to carry a key when there were not enough keys to go around.

It was with a feeling of a deed well done that the boys snapped shut the padlock when it was time for Henry to start his route.That would keep old Beezus out! She could not possibly get in now. The house was solidly built and the windows taken from the old garage were not the kind that could be opened.

After that the boys had no more trouble.  

Their next project was painting the house.  The front and the north side were to be white, while the back and the south side were to be green. The boys did not have enough paint of one color for the whole house, and anyway, as Murph pointed out, nobody could see all four sides at the same time. Henry painted a little each afternoon before starting his route, and Robert and Murph continued to work after he had gone.

Beezus and Ramona sometimes walked up the driveway to see what was going on.

When the boys ignored them, they went away, but they did not go away quietly, because Ramona was always singing some tune or other that she had learned from television. Sometimes it was a song about sham-poo, but usually it was a verse about a bread that builds strong bodies eight different ways.

“I guess we fixed her,” the boys congrat-ulated one another. “You won’t catch her bothering us anymore.” And when the girls were gone they chanted their magic words:

“Fadatta, fadatta, fadatta,

Beepum, boopum, bah!

Ratta datta boom sh-h

Ahfah deedee bobo.”

All for one and one for all. That was Henry, Robert, and Murph.

Then one cold November afternoon Henry came home from school to find that his mother had left a note telling him she had gone downtown and would not be back until six o’clock. She also told him not to eat any pie. Henry used his finger to wipe up some juice that had oozed through the piecrust.
M-m-m.
Blackberry. Then he made himself a peanut butter sandwich and with Ribsy trotting after him, went outside, where he removed a key from under the flowerpot, unlocked the clubhouse, and carefully returned the key to its hiding place.

Henry stepped inside the clubhouse and patted the owl’s head. Everything was in order. Ribsy curled up in a corner and prepared to go to sleep.

“Hello.” It was Ramona’s voice.

Henry turned and saw the little girl sitting on the back steps. She was bundled up, because the day was cold and she, too, was eating a peanut butter sandwich.

“Oh . . . hello,” he said. “Where’s Beezus?”

“Home.”

“Why didn’t she come with you?” Henry felt that Ramona could cause enough trouble when she was with Beezus. He did not want her around without her older sister to look after her.

“Because you are mean to her,” answered Ramona.

Henry felt slightly uncomfortable, because there was truth in what Ramona said. Even so, boys had a right to do boy things without girls around, didn’t they? And Beezus didn’t have to mess up their clubhouse, did she?

He looked at Ramona sitting on the steps chewing her peanut butter sandwich. “Why don’t you go home?” he asked, seeing no reason for being hospitable to Ramona.

“I don’t want to,” said Ramona, and went on chewing.

Well, as long as she had a sandwich to keep her busy . . . Henry looked around the clubhouse to see how it could be furnished.

An orange crate nailed to the wall would make a good cupboard. He measured the space with his hands. Yes, an orange crate would be just the right size.

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